The Moreau Estates

by Danielle James

  I walked up behind her and slid my palm along the smooth surface of her ass before spreading her open. She was so wet for me already. Her scent drove me fucking insane. It was my favorite fragrance. I wanted it to coat my face from my nose to my chin.

  She was too wet for me not to eat her pussy. I dove in face first and I loved the shocked yelp she made when she felt my tongue instead of my dick. “Matthew,” she whined. I loved when she called my full name too. She made it sound so sexy.

  I fucked her torturously slow with my tongue while she shuddered. I took my time with her and gave her every orgasm she was ever cheated out of. Her climaxes were amazing. I stared between her thighs every time she clenched and called for God. It was hypnotizing.

  This girl was more than sex and a dripping wet chin though. Everything she did made me feel it in my chest. We were fucked up for being together but I didn’t care and if she didn’t care either then we would take that leap together.

  **

  KRISSY

  Since things at Zuri’s house got dramatically easier and her father wasn’t being such a controlling fuck face, every day for the past two weeks I used her as my scapegoat. I told my parents I was going to her house to hang out so I could steal time with Matt in what had become our little home. I was so wrapped up in him that I was severely slacking on my best friend duties. To be fair though, Riri was on cloud nine with Roman too.

  We were both wrapped up in our men. Only I was being a doubly shitty best friend because I hadn’t properly told her about Matt yet. I could tell her and Roman both suspected something was going on but neither of them had confirmation yet.

  I was in my room throwing a change of clothes and freshly washed towels into a bag when I heard the floor down the hall creak. It only creaked like that when someone was tiptoeing by. I knew all too well because I lost count of how many times I’ve tiptoed past my parent’s bedroom.

  I stopped folding washcloths and stood up, my spine painfully straight. Why the fuck was someone sneaking past my parent’s bedroom? They never made the floor creak when they walked by.

  I walked out of my room and looked down the hall to see a flash of long, dark hair right before it disappeared down the stairs. With my brows crammed together and my lips pursed, I rushed down the hall then paused, holding my breath at the top of the staircase.

  I saw Nadia at the bottom, sweeping her long hair up into a bun while she stepped into her shoes and buttoned her shirt. My heart thundered in my chest, making the blood in my veins roar.

  “Mija, what’s up?” I spun around and looked at my father as he walked out of the bedroom with a soft smile. “You still going to Zuri’s?” I couldn’t answer him right then because I would fly off the handle. I knew it.

  I would lose my mind and forget he was my father and treat him the way I’d treat Colton or some other man that was absolute trash. I didn’t even realize I was panting until I realized my lips were too dry. I chewed on them as nerves jittered in my stomach. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

  “Krissy, are you okay?” He asked, reaching out to stroke my curls. I blocked his hand and he folded his arms, frowning at me. “What is going on with you?”

  “Nothing,” I snapped too harshly.

  “Hi Joel, hi Krissy. Just checking in for work,” Nadia’s voice was so unwanted and wrong in that moment. Like thunder on a sunny day.

  “Checking in for work?” I laughed. “You’re kidding me, right?” My filter was gone and I felt everything getting ready to pour out of my mouth and land in the middle of the floor.

  “Hey, Nadia…” My father stammered, glancing over the rail.

  “I thought you were so much different from Colton, Daddy,” I said. A thick knot growing in my throat threatened to choke me where I stood.

  “What are you talking about?” His voice stuttered for only a millisecond. I opened my mouth to say something else but I heard my mother coming through the doors. Daddy’s pale brown eyes pled with me.

  “You know what I’m talking about,” I said through gritted teeth holding my tongue hostage. “You did that in you and Mom’s bedroom? You had that nasty bitch in my mother’s bed? Seriously? You couldn’t take her to a motel and give her what she’s worth?” I refused to hold back. I couldn’t let my mother deal with my father’s cheating ass. She didn’t deserve the pain.

  They’d been married for twenty years.

  They started a beverage company together and built it over fifteen years from the ground up.

  They had a child together.

  They had history.

  “You two okay up there?” My mother called up from the foyer. My father flicked his gaze to me and flared his nostrils.

  “Krissy, there are some things you don’t understand…okay? Bringing your mother into this isn’t going to help anything,” he said in a hushed tone.

  “Bringing her into it? This is about her! You’re her husband!” My voice wasn’t contained anymore. It was loud and it filled up the wide-open space. It filled it up to the high ceilings until it pressed against the windows.

  “What the hell?” My mother started up the steps and of course, Nadia’s bitch ass was nowhere to be found. Coward. Once Mom reached the top of the steps, she looked from me to my father for answers. I refused to make it easy for him. I wanted him to say it.

  “Joel, what is going on? I swear to god if it’s what I think it is…” My mother’s temper was barely contained beneath the surface.

  “It’s whatever you think it is,” I muttered.

  “Krissy, this has nothing to do with you,” Dad groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I thought you were going to Zuri’s. You were supposed to be gone.”

  “Oh, she was supposed to be gone so what could happen, Joel?” My mother glared at him with a hand on her hip.

  “Nothing!” He boomed.

  “You don’t get to lie, Dad! Own your shit.”

  “You need to watch your mouth. I don’t care what’s happening. You still will use respectful language.” He trying so hard to deflect the situation.

  “I’m eighteen!” I squeaked. “This is ridiculous. I should be able to express myself as long as I’m not cursing you out which…let’s be honest here,” I held my hands up and Mom shook her head.

  “Bella, go to your room.”

  “Really? I don’t get to be a part of this discussion?”

  “No! Are you a part of this marriage?” Dad thundered.

  “I’m a product of it!” I shouted right back.

  “A product of it doesn’t warrant you sitting in on private discussions. Now if you’re going to Zuri’s please go.” My parents both stared me down until I moved along. I went to my room, grabbed my bag then walked out. They remained silent until my foot hit the last step.

  “We need to talk now, Joel,” my mother growled. I heard their bedroom doors open then close but I waited until I heard talking before I crept back upstairs. The floorboard creaked under my foot but the noise was masked by their voices.

  The best place to hear their argument was from my room. Their voices carried down the hall beautifully. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to hear what was said.

  My father was screwing the maid and I was supposed to ignore it? I wasn’t allowed to ask questions or be angry? Fuck that shit.

  I shot Matt a text telling him I’d be a little late to the vacant house then I sat on my floor with the lights out and listened. I had to calm the rapid beating of my heart so I could hear better first.

  “Joel, we’re gonna do this once. I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to answer it. I don’t want you bullshitting.” I heard my mother say.

  “Fine, Carmen. What is it?” He had the nerve to sound exacerbated. Men.

  “What were you and Bella fussing about?” I waited patiently to hear if he told her the truth. I needed him to tell her the truth so I wouldn’t think my father, the man I looked up to my entire life, was like Colton.

  “I think sh
e saw Nadia leave our room,” he confessed. A rush of air escaped my lungs and I held my head down. At least he wasn’t totally trash. Or maybe he was and I was looking for a way to validate it.

  “Was she cleaning our room?” Mom’s voice was still calm but I heard the anger seeping out.

  “No, she wasn’t,” he said.

  “Joel, are you fucking our maid?” It was another heart-stopping moment that I waited not so patiently for.

  “Carmen, why are you doing this? I thought we were going to play our parts until May or June,” Dad said.

  “Because you’re doing stupid shit like letting our child see you be reckless under our roof! You wanna be stupid, fine! Don’t be stupid around Bella.” Their words didn’t make sense. They needled under my skin and made me feel scratchy.

  “Why does it matter who I’m fucking, Carmen? We’re not together anymore. The moment Krissy graduates we’re going our separate ways. Why do I have to explain to you who I’m fucking?” He grumbled.

  “The same reason why you felt the need to lie about it in the first place. You know it’s wrong. This house isn’t the place for your flings.” I stopped listening after that. I couldn’t hear another thing if I wanted to.

  My parents weren’t together?

  What the fuck?

  I didn’t want to hear any more of their discussion. I headed out of my room and ignored the creak of the floor when I walked past my parents’ closed doors. Once I was in my car, I could finally breathe again. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me for a moment.

  I sped down the private road and turned onto the main street. I was anxious to get to Matt. He was my center of gravity. I wasn’t sure when my world shifted to make that such a true statement but I was glad I had him.

  I barreled into his strong arms and he held me like he knew. He held me like he could press my broken pieces back together again. “Hey, what’s wrong, Krissy? Talk to me,” he smoothed my hair back and kissed my forehead, leaving his lips to linger.

  “I don’t understand anything anymore,” I sniffled, pulling back. We moved into the den and I sat on the couch that had become so familiar. I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest.

  “My parents were arguing and I heard my father say that they weren’t even together. That they were waiting until I graduated to go their separate ways. That shit hurt, Matt.” I rubbed my chest as if I could smudge away the emotional pain.

  “Damn, and you had no clue at all?” He sighed and rubbed my back in slow circles that helped regulate my breathing.

  “No clue. My parents were never romantic. They were real. It wasn’t like my father stopped bringing home flowers or anything because that wasn’t their thing. They loved each other though and I never noticed that fall off.

  I don’t care what the fuck they’re talking about. I never once felt their love waver. I’m their kid. I would feel something like that.” My voice wobbled with tearful conviction.

  “Krissy, sometimes it’s not that two people don’t love each other anymore. Sometimes it’s not worth it. Sometimes the other person won’t change and trying to get them to has exhausted both of them. Sometimes…people grow apart.

  They might still love each other very much but they might be in a space where they’re ready to go their separate ways. They should have brought you into that conversation though.”

  I hated that Matt’s words stung and soothed at the same time. I didn’t want to think about my parents quitting their marriage. They were who I looked to for relationship goals. I never idolized power couples or the ones who did it for social media. I idolized Joel and Carmen Lucas.

  “They didn’t think enough of me to even let me hear their conversation let alone include me,” I laughed dryly. “Oh, and my dad? He’s fucking the maid.”

  “If your mother’s temper is anything like yours I’m surprised she didn’t kill him,” Matt scoffed.

  “Me too. Makes me wonder how long they’ve been putting up a front.” I stared across the room at nothing in particular and sighed. “Fuck them. I don’t want to talk about them anymore. Have you caught up with Eve?” Those two had been playing cat and mouse. Well, it was really just Eve being suddenly caught up with her husband and not having time to properly get away.

  She probably thought she was going to get some dick from Matthew and refused to see him for a quick talk like he’d been trying to do for the past two weeks. It would be even harder for her to get away once Palmer left Aspen Grove for good. His last day was looming closer and there was a big assembly planned at the school.

  Ugh.

  “Nah. She’s being purposefully elusive. I think she knows I want to break it off with her. It doesn’t matter how much she hides though. It’s still happening. In fact, I think she’s coming to the farewell ceremony at the school. I’ll catch her then.” He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head, inhaling deep and slow like I was the only flower in the world.

  “Well, give that bitch back her keys and tell her you’re taken,” I pouted.

  “Am I taken?” His smile would be the death of me.

  “Yes, you are.” I paused to look into his eyes and felt my mouth turn to cotton. “Matt, what are we going to do about us? How are we going to be together when we know how everyone will look at us?”

  “We’ll make it work, Krissy. I’ll wait until after graduation and after any family issues to talk to your parents. I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

  “Fuck that damn fire. They want to have secrets and keep me out of the loop then I can do the same thing,” I snapped with an attitude.

  “Okay,” Matt chuckled. “Your mom and dad knowing about us is the most important part. Do you think they’ll lose it?” The look on his face told me he already knew the answer to that question.

  “Yeah, they’re gonna lose it. I don’t care anymore though. I don’t understand why me being in love is such a big deal. Especially now that I’m eighteen and able to make my own choices.” I laced my fingers between Matt’s and squeezed. He squeezed back.

  “We’ll make it work, baby girl.” I believed him. I believed that we’d make it work and that even if things were uncomfortable in the beginning, they’d be okay later on. Matt made everything seem doable.

  “God, I can’t take this sad puppy dog look on your face. Have you talked to Zuri lately?” His thumb skimmed my bottom lip before he kissed me.

  “No…I’m a bad friend. I also haven’t told her about us. Have you told Roman?”

  “Nah. I haven’t. Also a bad friend. He pretty much put the pieces together himself though.” We shared a laugh then he said, “Why don’t we invite them over so we can have some drinks and blow off some steam?”

  “You know we’re legit acting like this is our house?” I laughed and caught Matt staring at me.

  “We are but is that so wrong? Shit, I like having you to myself like this.” We shared another slow kiss that made my toes tingle but it was broken up by Matt’s phone ringing. He sighed and pressed the green button. “What’s up, Liam? Yeah, I sent you back the five hundredth revision of your resume. Because it’s still fucked up,” he laughed and I felt my heart flutter. I sent Riri a text to stop myself from mauling Matt while he was on the phone.

  Me: Come to the estates.

  Riri: Now? I’m with Roman.

  Me: Bring him too.

  Riri: What are you planning, Krissy?

  I grinned at my phone and sent her the address to the vacant house Matt and I had seemingly stolen. When I looked up, he was still talking to his brother and he still looked good enough to eat.

  Fuck it.

  I lowered to my knees between his legs and slid my hand up his inner thigh until I reached his impressive bulge. His green eyes grew wide and he shook his head at me. There was a wildly playful glint in his eyes though. I couldn’t help but push the limits.

  I needed to blow off some steam and I knew we had time before Roman and Riri got there. I undid his pants a
nd slipped my hand inside of his underwear. His dick was so warm and smooth.

  “I’m not doing it over again. You’re going to send in a shitty resume and not get the job.” He glanced at me and bit his bottom lip while his erection grew thicker and longer.

  “I gotta go. I’ll call you later. Because I do.” While he was fussing with his little brother, I wrapped my lips around his stiff cock and ran my tongue over his head. “Fuck…” he groaned. “Bye Liam.” He ended the call and dropped the phone on the couch. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while he stared at me.

  “You are so fucking bad, Krissy.”

  “You like it though, don’t you?” I purred, pulling him from my mouth.

  “I love it. Now, put those sexy ass lips around my cock again like a good girl.” I deep throated him as far back as I could take him. When I gagged, Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me there.

  Wetness pooled between my thighs. I needed to feel him inside of me. Something about sucking his dick always turned me on.

  “I swear to God you were born to suck my dick, baby girl. You’re so amazing.” I popped off his dick and stared up at him.

  “Fuck my mouth, Papi,” I begged. My lips were wet with saliva and he looked like he wanted to fuck me on the floor where I knelt but he gave me what I wanted instead.

  I loved listening to the moans and groans coming from Matt. I loved knowing I did that to him. I slurped and sucked his dick until he came while he was buried in the back of my throat. “Shit, Krissy…” He held my head in place until he was empty. I sat beside him on the couch, wiping the corners of my mouth.

  “You’re my new favorite food,” I told him.

  “How can I be your favorite food when you’re mine?” His hand slid up my shirt and I moaned when he pinched my nipples. He knew all the ways to make me wet. He knew all the ways to make me feel so good I forgot that other feelings existed.